tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post9222100401740678124..comments2024-02-05T15:01:44.563-05:00Comments on Cleveland Poetics: a place for cleveland's writers and readers: Auto poetrymichael salingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14717310933948991992noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-32634383653312448312009-07-04T21:13:09.414-04:002009-07-04T21:13:09.414-04:00I've tried those in the past for fun.. and all...I've tried those in the past for fun.. and all I got were things that made me laugh so hard that I fell off my chair. I've never considered using them for starting a serious poem..<br /><br />I might try it sometime again to see if I get a better result.Runechrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06761439302417076450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-4234657554009549882009-06-19T16:58:32.154-04:002009-06-19T16:58:32.154-04:00I confess myself amazed at how well your poems cam...I confess myself amazed at how well your poems came out. The secret, of course, is that the computerized word-salad is merely the spark, not the engine-- it's the poet's skill and ability to weave together disparate images that, in the end, make the poems work.Geoffrey A. Landishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04518496779546782434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-24702858785671283102009-06-19T09:02:24.903-04:002009-06-19T09:02:24.903-04:00Thanks much for the kind words and suggestions, Ji...Thanks much for the kind words and suggestions, Jim. I think together we've proven Geoff's point that poem generator's can provide inspiration.<br /><br />If anyone else has comments on my poem, please feel free to workshop the hell out of it. I'd truly appreciate it because it certainly has weak spots. Perhaps one of the dangers of using generated words, at least for me, is that I get stuck trying to cleverly incorporate as much of the generated poem as I can.<br /><br />Anyway, I'd happily submit the poem for Blind Review, but too late for blindness. That's fine. I'm not sensitive about my words (other stuff, sure). I highly value openness and honesty. Negative comments are as welcome as positive.Shelley Cherninhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10132631136708521168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-49157995116885840652009-06-18T19:07:47.061-04:002009-06-18T19:07:47.061-04:00"Written in acid dreams at knife-point:"..."Written in acid dreams at knife-point:"<br /><br />Hi Shelley,<br /><br />Amazing poem – start to finish! You made the ramble into something really unique, simultaneously witty and profound. <br /><br />As far as the changes (even though my spell checker disagrees) I prefer "at our ingates" to "our head holes." On the other hand, changing "all thirteen fears" to "The Thirteen Fears" and having the "would-be god" character say "I bleed at every pore." is pure genius. <br /><br />Great job!<br /><br />JimJ.E. Stanleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00997013651466209143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-42819674902349776442009-06-18T09:30:00.539-04:002009-06-18T09:30:00.539-04:00A rewrite:
Gonzo Canon
He came on a fury...A rewrite:<br /><br /> Gonzo Canon<br /><br />He came on a fury of grin vapors<br />when time was wine, space cream,<br />and he chose shelter in an ancient<br />diction. <i>I can be the god<br />you never knew, the how and why<br />in your darkness</i>. Elephant fiction<br /><br />written in acid dreams at knife-point –<br />proper names changed in odd ways<br />to protect the sick and feeble. <i>Eternal<br />listeners, I will make you ears</i>. Big plans,<br />little starts and halts. Bits of lobe itched<br />our head holes until The Thirteen Fears<br /><br />erupted. <i>I bleed at every pore</i>. Stunned,<br />we shot him high into the blue river.Shelley Cherninhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10132631136708521168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-56540123501793225952009-06-17T22:19:55.673-04:002009-06-17T22:19:55.673-04:00(I fell in love with the line about god.)
Ri...(I fell in love with the line about god.)<br /><br /> River Blues - Take 2<br /><br />He came on a fury of grin vapors<br />when time was wine, space cream,<br />and he chose shelter in an ancient<br />diction. <i>I can be the god<br />you never knew, the how and why<br />in your darkness</i>. Elephant fiction<br /><br />written in acid dreams at knife-point –<br />proper names changed in odd ways<br />to protect the sick and feeble. <i>Eternal<br />listeners, I will make you ears</i>. Big plans,<br />little starts and halts. Bits of lobe itched<br />at our ingates until all thirteen fears<br /><br />erupted our drums. Stunned and blown,<br />we shot him high into the blue river.Shelley Cherninhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10132631136708521168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-44627061779136909312009-06-17T09:30:57.366-04:002009-06-17T09:30:57.366-04:00Wow. Love the generated rhymes for the Bamboo Room...Wow. Love the generated rhymes for the Bamboo Room couplet! Thanks. The complete disconnect between the original couplet and the generated couplet are charmingly silly.<br /><br />Which raises the problem with these generators -- they're incapable of considering meaning. Maybe someday. Meanwhile, it takes a human to make something meaningful from the generated words -- like Jim has done with "River Blues" (Cool!), or like Poegles.<br /><br />I've been working on a completely different take on the "river blues" stream of gibberish. I'll post it here if I end up with anything close to satisfying.<br /><br />I also wanted to mention a related website, <a href="http://www.codeasart.com/poetry/darwin.html" rel="nofollow">Darwinian Poetry</a>. Generated "poetry" with a purpose, it's an attempt to see whether generated nonsense words will evolve into meaningful poetry by a sort of natural selection.<br /><br />Visitors to the website are given 2 poems to read and asked to click on the one they like best. Selected poems are spliced together with other selected poems. Disfavored poems die.Shelley Cherninhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10132631136708521168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-71004869854802599632009-06-15T19:12:16.584-04:002009-06-15T19:12:16.584-04:00Another great site is Poegles.com You Google-sear...Another great site is Poegles.com You Google-search a phrase, and then assemble you poem from the first page of results. It allows for more personal movement, but still within a limited set.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-34818263400201630552009-06-15T12:03:01.000-04:002009-06-15T12:03:01.000-04:00Say, the ramble version is a little, uh, rambling,...Say, the ramble version is a little, uh, rambling, but I really like your "River Blues" version.<br /><br />Here's my try at auto poetry, trying to complete a rhyme from the starting couplet "They met at the Bamboo Room/there's no bamboo there, but plenty":<br /><br />They met at the Bamboo Room<br />there's no bamboo there, but plenty<br />Tonight I'll careen by on a trike, zoom zoom <br />the most stylish transvestive in any countyGeoffrey A. Landishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04518496779546782434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641117771707843067.post-21826310359757475532009-06-14T23:59:41.339-04:002009-06-14T23:59:41.339-04:00Dig this Daddio:
Pangloss’s beatnik ramble on the ...Dig this Daddio:<br />Pangloss’s beatnik ramble on the phrase "river blues:"<br /><br />that elephant blues river shelter and time Twas wine. starts<br />my, I'm grin Vapors placed as feeble this take to said in youah<br />chosen, make ears, a for of my point-proper with eternally The how an<br />yet darkness, I he little errupted best And sick, When none itch<br />shot high the we day cream the to thirteen halt listen diction<br />ancient 'cause to We come the simply, on fury they I can be the god you never knew.<br /><br /><br />And my own 20-minute rewrite of it, for better or worse:<br /><br />River Blues<br /><br />Time flows in rivers of green and blue.<br />We take shelter on its still banks<br />with cigarettes and wine,<br />grin under the vapor trails of passing jets,<br />feel somehow chosen for this one proper point, <br />fixed in eternity until darkness comes<br /><br />and I erupt within you <br />under thirteen shooting stars<br />that streak high above <br />like flaming arrows released by Diana, <br />ancient goddess of the moon,<br />in the simple fury of her hunt.J.E. Stanleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00997013651466209143noreply@blogger.com